The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

He Nanxian didn't know how to respond for a moment.

The Si Yimian he remembered never said "I want".

She is very obedient and always likes to give in, waiting for others to remember her.

When exactly did it start to become like this?

He wanted to say something, but found himself unable to find a position to support his statement.

She was his nominal marriage partner.

It's perfectly reasonable for her to want to buy a bracelet.

And he is fighting with another woman for her.

"Mianmian, you weren't like this before..."

He Nanxian regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth.

Sure enough, Si Yimian's lips curved into a smile, but with an indescribable expression.

"before?"

"So, Brother Nanxian, what makes you think I should give way?"

He Nanxian opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Si Yimian looked away and continued to add to the story.

"Just because I used to give way doesn't mean I enjoy giving way."

"I won't take what doesn't belong to me."

"But if anyone tries to take a bite of what's already in my bowl, I'll chop off their hand."

After she finished speaking, she smiled at him, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"Brother Nanxian, do you understand?"

He Nanxian was stunned by her barrage of questions.

He found himself unable to refute a single word she said.

Like a fish that has been slapped ashore, it only has the strength to open its mouth, but no power to refute.

He subconsciously turned to look at He Sichen beside him, hoping to get help.

He Sichen's expression was indifferent, as if he were watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

Noticing his gaze, He Sichen turned his head and slowly spoke.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"You're trying to appease your fiancée while indulging your 'white moonlight' (unrequited love); you're in the wrong no matter where you look at it."

"I can't help you."

He Nanxian: "..."

He Sichen withdrew his gaze and turned to a page of the manual.

"Go back to your seat after you've finished speaking."

He Nanxian remained silent for a while, and finally could only get up and walk back to his seat.

Si Ningyou sat there, her face filled with worry, her eyes slightly red.

"Nanxian, maybe we should just forget about it. I don't want it anymore."

"It's just a bracelet, not worth you falling out with Siyue."

She reached out and placed her hand on the back of his hand, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze in March.

"Really, I'm okay."

Looking at her, He Nanxian suddenly felt very tired.

It's the kind of fatigue that seeps out from the very bones.

"Um."

He responded, pulled his hand out from under hers, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

Si Ningyou's hand missed its target, hovered in mid-air for a moment, and then withdrew.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.

He had already cursed Huo Siyue's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

The auction is still ongoing.

The auctioneer's voice echoed through the banquet hall.

"Seventy million for the first time!"

The gavel hung in mid-air, and no one raised their sign anymore.

Finally, the mallet fell, making a crisp sound.

Sparse applause broke out, accompanied by satisfied sighs from the onlookers.

Huo Siyue turned to face the entire audience, raised her glass of champagne, and waved to the cameras in all directions, exuding confidence and style.

"Thank you, thank you everyone!"

"Mainly because I have too much money and nowhere to spend it!"

"Ms. Huo! Did you purchase this bracelet for yourself?"

A reporter shouted at the top of his lungs.

Huo Siyue took the microphone from the waiter and cleared her throat.

"This bracelet is a gift I gave to my best friend, Si Yimian."

"The second young lady of the Si family deserves better!"

After Huo Siyue finished speaking, the flashes exploded like a sea of ​​stars, and the shutters clicked incessantly.

"Mianmian! She's yours!"

Huo Siyue hugged Si Yimian tightly and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Si Yimian was kissed so hard that she leaned back.

She looked up, past Huo Siyue's shoulder, and went straight into He Sichen's line of sight.

He sat there, his light-colored pupils reflecting the lights of the banquet hall, and also reflecting her.

Their peripheral visions intertwined in the air.

It's not intense, not fiery, like two undercurrents converging underwater.

Si Yimian looked into those eyes and silently moved her lips.

He said two words.

Thank you.

There was no sound, but the lip movements were clear.

He Sichen saw it.

He Sichen picked up the champagne glass, took a sip, and looked away.

The cup obscured the lower half of her face, but it couldn't hide the fleeting curve of her eyes at the corners.

It's so short that the camera can't capture it.

She knew that there was only one explanation for a hunter of He Sichen's caliber being willing to jump into a trap even if he saw through it.

The prey itself wants to be captured.

"Mianmian, come on, let's go see your bracelet!"

Huo Siyue grabbed Si Yimian's hand and walked towards the backstage area.

Si Yimian followed in her footsteps, a feeling of indescribable emotion welling up in her heart.

Her title as the second young lady of the Si family sounds prestigious, but in reality, she's penniless.

Given the original owner's personality, she never dared to ask for money after returning.

Over the years, Si Ningyou has been in charge of household affairs, and her allowance has been reduced to almost nothing.

After she transmigrated into the book, she checked her account and found that her savings over eight years were less than a fraction of Huo Siyue's monthly spending.

The 300,000 yuan she earned from selling videos last time was the first real savings she had ever made.

She couldn't even scrape together a fraction of the 70 million yuan bracelet.

That's why she wants to seize the inheritance.

She never experienced a single day without money in her original world.

But without Huo Siyue setting the trap and without He Sichen covering for him, he'll never get his hands on this bracelet in his lifetime.

Si Ningyou stared at the departing figures of Si Yimian and Huo Siyue, maintaining the last shred of dignity on her face.

She turned her head to look at He Nanxian.

His eyes were vacant, as if he were in a daze, and he even forgot to comfort her.

"Nanxian," she called softly.

He Nanxian snapped out of his daze: "Hmm?"

"I'm not feeling well and want to get some fresh air."

Without waiting for his reply, she got up, lifted her skirt, and walked out.

Huo Siyue spent those 70 million like throwing firecrackers into a cesspool, just to splatter her face with shit.

Her three months of planning, from hinting at He Nanxian to laying the groundwork for public opinion tonight, have all been in vain.

He Nanxian is such a useless piece of trash. He can't even keep a bracelet. What use is he?

They said they'd pluck the stars for her, but now they can't even take a stone from her.

What disgusted her even more was that Si Yimian did nothing the whole time.

She was sitting there quietly when the bracelet flew into her arms on its own.

What kind of curse did Si Yimian cast on these people?

He Sichen favored her, Huo Siyue spent money on her, and even He Nanxian began to waver.

Are they all possessed by something dirty?

Si Ningyou picked up a glass of red wine and took a sip.

The alcohol tastes bitter.

She was so angry that she wanted to give the whole world a bad review.